With a simple flick of the dark green blade, the crimson bolt of energy and light was swiftly redirected to it’s source. Several small remotes swished around the large training room, filling the otherwise silent area with their tell-tale repulsorlift whines.

Softly, a young yet commanding female voice speaks from the darkness, “advance to level twenty.” The remotes pick up speed until they are nearly invisible to the unaided human eye. In the darkness the green blade swished to a vertical position, shining it’s light upon a young face, before it is brought down again angled towards the ground, and the female voice commands, “begin.”

Swiftly swishing in the air the remotes open fire upon their target, red bolts of light penetrate the charged atmosphere of the room. Just as swiftly the green blade smoothly intercepts several of the bolts, sending them reeling towards their remotes, disabling them. With the disabled remotes fallen within the first split second of combat, the sabre wielder redirected the blade to simply block the remaining bolts, unconcerned with their destinations.

Suddenly, the remotes stopped whirring. The swished to their hidey holes in the walls and left the lightsaber wielding warrior alone. Or so she thought. From the darkness, the unmistakable sound of a lightsaber.

Turning just in time, the female warrior managed to dodge the shimmering blue blade as it is brought down in a swift, but somewhat mechanical, motion. Bringing her own green blade in a sweeping upwards motion, the warrior catches the other’s sabre easily. Reaching out with her mind the warrior sighs and with a quick swipe the droid’s arm is severed easily.

“Lights on,” her voice echoes in the now silent room as she deactivates her lightsaber, hooking it onto her belt. The warrior is revealed to be Terra Novari, she is dressed in simple black combat leathers complete with a small black utility belt, but is barefoot. She steps over to a small closet-like cupboard and retrieves a pair of black shin-high riding boots and a similarly black hooded cloak.

As Terra slips the boots and cloak on, several droids enter the room and retrieve the broken droid, sighing gently to herself Terra vacates the small room.